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Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel
It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Fly hence, shadows, that do keep,
Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Flattery
Is monstrous in a true friend.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)
Philosophers dwell in the moon.
The Lover's Melancholy (1628)